To Tame a BeastTo Tame a BeastTo Tame a Beast6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been many weeks since Artist-kun had started stalking and drawing Kabuto at every moment of his life. Personally, Kabuto had begun to enjoy the attention of not being a shadow for once. The only problem, well MAJOR problem, about Artist-kun was his friend, Faegan. The man, who had been hired by Artist-kun to be an original character, ate everything. And if he didn't eat it, he chewed it to a point of no repair. Kabuto had personally experienced this when Faegan acquired a pair of Kabuto's glasses and proceeded to chew on them for minutes before he was caught. The end result was that Kabuto had to replace the expensive item with his own money. Ever since then, Kabuto would have to lock everything up so as to not have to replace it.
One day, Kabuto forgot to lock the door to his lab. He was only leaving for a few minutes, so he didn't expect anything to happen to his things. As he left to go collect some herbs for his half completed experiment, Fae
Annual CheckupSasuke fidgeted nervously in the waiting room chair, a traditional cloth-and-wood affair that, through the worn nature of the upholstery and nail marks gouged out of the arm rests, perfectly described the atmosphere of the entire room. The tension in the air was so thick that a homeless man could have carved a chunk out of it and had it on a cracker for lunch. The room was a traditional doctor's office white, the sort of white they also use on asylum walls, and the seats were arranged in such a manner that somehow, there was no clear path to the exit. A wilting potted plant stood dejectedly in the corner, probably due to the lack of windows in the room entirely, and the woman behind the glass at the reception desk was so nondescript that she was completely invisible unless you either focused on believing in her existence or she addressed you.Annual Checkup6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Altogether, the effect was quite disconcerting to anyone with an iota of sense.
The Uchiha licked his lips nervously. The message that had played
Mr. A's Epic AdventureMr. A's Epic AdventureMr. A's Epic Adventure6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What would happen if numbers 8 and 9 got drunk and showed up at your house?"
He thought it was just an innocent meme, but when he heard a knock at the door, Mr. Artist thought for a moment that maybe memes did come true. He shook his head and decided that it was probably just Kabuto coming to bless him out for his latest paparazzi artist escapade.
He opened the door slowly and caught the sight of messy red hair and the gleam off of square-rimmed glasses; he started to get a bad feeling, not just any bad feeling, a gut feeling; and those are seldom wrong.
"Hey gu-" he started to say, but was cut off by Desmond and Faegan hugging him tightly.
"I love you, man!" Desmond sobbed.
"I'm very sad!" Faegan managed to say between hiccups.
Mr. Artist sighed softly, they knew he was their artist, but he never expected anything like this to happen, "Guys, it's okay," he said, trying to comfort them; in the background, a happy whut skipped by, and then vanished into a room wi
Peanut butter in a cookie?His hand trembles as it slowly inched its way towards the cold door knob. A droplet of sweat rolled off his brow and onto the lapel of his tattered jacket when he felt the cold hard steel on his finger tips. 'Just get it over with.' Teru thought as his grip tightened on his shuriken.Peanut butter in a cookie?6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Teru's eyes shut tight as he quickly turned the knob and swung the door open. "Hello mister!" Was all he heard before he decided to open his eyes again. A small red headed girl dressed in green and brown stood in his door way pulling a red rusting wagon behind her. "My name is Karly from Troop 311 and I am selling cookies."
'Cookies? Is this a trick? They're probably poisoned...' He thought as he put the shuriken in his pocket but kept a firm grip on its cloth handle.
"And I was wondering if you would be interested in a box or two." Karly was no more then 9 or 10.